Weird dreams…

This week, I’ve been plagued by weird dreams. Weirder than normal.

Each leaves me feeling very uneasy when I wake up, but the details evaporate as I sit up in bed.

But last night was different. I dreamt I was at a funeral (of someone who is already dead). Asked to mind his enormous and expensive car, I was left outside the church, while the service continued inside.

As happens in the real world, I suddenly realised I needed to go to the loo. I locked the car and went looking for a toilet. I don’t have any recollection to actually going to the toilet, but when I came back, there was a little note to say it had been clamped and towed. Fine: £500.

The panic I felt in my chest was so real.

I then had to go around the mourners with a hat to collect the money as it turns out the car was going to be used as an impromptu hearse. No car, no burial.

Oh, the shame.

I never managed to get the money. The next thing I knew, I was at the wake in a dangerously overcrowded Dublin pub. I was patted on the back and cheered for bringing a bit of levity to the day – lastly by the guy whose funeral I was supposedly at!

I don’t know where to start with this one.

That I can’t be trusted? That I have a tiny bladder? That I find funerals weird and troubling?

Or was it all meaningless cognitive farting while I slept? It’s interesting that I actually remember the details this morning. It was incredibly vivid and a little bit stressful.

The last thing I needed when I had to finish packing for Mallorca, run a practice session for a webinar, have a Skype chat, answer a bazillion emails and go and vote in the local elections.

Yet here I am, on the tube to Paddington, having accomplished everything on my task list for the morning.

And the dream is still quite vivid.

  1. Hmmm intriguing! Fear of getting clamped. Fear of letting someone down at an important moment. Or perhaps just pure randomness 😛

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    1. Or all of the above. I don’t put much stock in dream analysis. I’m just intrigued at how much I remember. There’s no pleasing some people – I’m usually moaning about how little sleep I get!

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